Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Posted in collectibles, and Toys
Which do you prefer? A fast and daring ride on a roller coaster or a serene swing on a ferris wheel? I’ve always chosen the roller coaster because life should be exciting, adventurous, challenging, and…
Posted in Halloween, Toys, and Uncategorized
The bunny’s body was furry white – clean, in fact, for a child’s toy – but there was something oddly disconcerting about that face. It lacked whiskers, a knobby nose and puffy cheeks. Its face…
Posted in Toys
Let me show you something, a fellow auction-goer said quietly to me. I followed him to one of about three tables packed with toys, most of them new, not vintage. Rich is a toy buyer,…
The stuffed cat with green eyes and red candy-cane stripes was neatly packed in a plastic bag, tied with a white thread to keep out the dust and dirt. I had bypassed it on my…
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The worker was taking a break in the cool recesses of the furniture pieces laid out on the ramp at the auction house. I almost missed him as I headed to check out the rows…
Posted in Asian, auction sounds, Family, Personal items, and Toys
“Wow, guns,” I heard the little boy say loudly in the uninhibited way of children. I was close by, sifting through some items in the box lots during a preview for an upcoming auction. I glanced…
Posted in Toys
My auction buddy Janet initially spotted them. About eight crazy-tube objects had been arranged on a wooden post like tree branches by a flea-market couple in a space next to us last weekend. They resembled the…
The man walked up to me a little anxious, surely hoping that my answer to his question would bring him relief. Were you around when they sold the elephant? he asked. I knew exactly what…
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The auctioneer had given my auction-buddy Janet a heads-up on one particular vintage toy in an upcoming auction. It was a Louis Armstrong tin wind-up toy made in Japan in the 1950s. It would be sold…
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Do you remember the Wooly Willy toy? I don’t. That’s probably why I passed right by the balding man on a simple cardboard backing lying on the auction table. My auction buddy Janet recognized it…
